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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff


dog poem

One Fine Spring Day (Aboard a Time Machine)

I see you in your tailored suit and your slicked back hair

Your eyes are shiny with unshed tears

As you hold the hand of a woman

As white as the gown she wears

And I want to tell that woman

That you will become wrapped in work

That you will drool buckets in your sleep

That you will hurt her sometimes because of your lack of empathy

That you will stay out with your friends far too long

That you will read novels in the toilet while she squirms

But I will also have to tell her

That you will plan elaborate surprises

That you will discover your artistic voice

That you will find your passion

That you will grow more handsome with time

That you will give her three bundles of unceasing joy

And so I allow her to keep holding your hand

And to say yes,

And I let things unfold as they should.

Good Dog

I could see through your eyes,

I could tell you were scared

If you could see me that day

You would have seen how scared I was, too.

You struggled to stand

But you didn’t even whimper

I stroked your fur and said,

“It’s okay, good dog.”

You farted and peed

Tears bathed my face

I prayed for the dog gods

To send you home safely

You disappeared into the night

Wanting to be in the shadows

I looked one last time

Before letting you go.

Morning came, and I was ready

But there you were as happy as ever

Back in your nook

Wagging your tail.

Good dog.

An Ode to My Dog

True story–my dog almost died on me last night. She wasn’t a young dog, with fourteen human years on her collar, and so it wasn’t really that much of a shock, considering she’s had a serious surgery already, and more lumps than I can count. But no matter how logical I am, and how much I justify that it’s just her time, it still felt like it was too early for me to be losing my faithful friend. I know all dog lovers will say that their dog is the best, but honestly, Toma (my labrador) is probably in the top five best dogs ever in terms of good behavior. She never complains, never gets grumpy, has never threatened to bite anybody, eats what we serve (even when I spike her dog food with guyabano juice, which is supposed to help her fight cancer cells) and greets me with her best smile even when I’ve been a bit forgetful of her. So, in honor of my beautiful dog, I wrote my experience down in the form of a poem. Enjoy!

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